Azeroth Trail of Light

Feralas, this is a rare area in South Kalimdor that is almost 100% covered by forests. It is located in the middle of the centaur-infested Desolace and the Thousand Needles currently occupied by the Grimtotem tauren. Further south of Rath is the Silithus Desert. Of course, there is a majestic mountain range between the two. In the middle of that mysterious mountain range, there are some rare terrains.

Dick at least knows that there are some tol'vir in that place, who knows how they crossed the mountains to get there, but there is indeed a town of tol'vir in the game, and there is also a small boss who drops a rare mount Of course, that kind of thing definitely cannot exist in the real world, and even if it does exist, it's not worth making the current Dick travel all the way.

After officially resigning the title of Earl of the North and other secular titles, Dick finally felt relaxed. He took his lover and followers and walked briskly in the quiet forest of Feralas, carrying weapons The dragon man Darth with the big package, and the green dragon Demitir who is always inseparable from Darth and loves to quarrel, Moam the obsidian destroyer who is used by Jaina as a mount, sits on the Kodo full of goods On the back of the beast, Liadrin was reading a book with great interest, and finally was the werewolf girl who hadn't seen her for a long time.

Velinde is now in the form of a night elf. She sits recliningly on the back of the white dire wolf Harekon, and Lord Anveena, who has become a small light spot with wings, sits on Velinde's shoulders, crossing her legs Tasting the fruit in his hand, he hummed in satisfaction from time to time.

A stranger apparently got mixed up in this weird-looking team. He was riding a white chocobo decorated with various jewels, holding a golden lyre in his hand, with his eyes slightly closed, and plucked on the strings with one hand. Moving, beautiful music swayed out of it.

It's like those troubadours who hide deep, and this guy's dress is also like the most orthodox troubadours.

It was Kael'thas. The Sun King had a rare temper tantrum and handed over all political affairs to his ministers. He left a letter and followed Dick and his party to South Carolina. Limdo, according to him, wants to regain the passion of traveling the world back then. According to Dick's thinking, this guy is simply too idle.

The country established by the long-lived species is always well-organized. Unless there is a major event such as the invasion of the undead, the king is often just a symbol, just like Tyrande. The priestess of the moon does not manage Kaldorei very much. Political affairs, most of the day spent in the Temple of the Moon God to communicate with Elune.

Generally speaking, this has something to do with the lazy character they have developed over a long period of time.

After the song was played, Kael'thas put away his lyre, moved his shoulders, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then looked at Dick,

"Are you sure you can hide those Kaldorei sentries this way? I feel that there are no fewer than seven sentries following us."

Having said this, the Sun King glanced back at the jungle where there was no abnormality at all, and said,

"Well, now it has increased to nine people."

Dick, with a pipe in his mouth, shook his head, his muffled voice echoed through the smoke,

"I never thought of hiding those Kaldorei, they have been operating here for 7,000 years, and General Shandris Feathermoon, it is said that she is the adopted daughter of Tyrande, the real hero who survived the War of the Ancients , one of the strongest hunters in the world, it is impossible to hide from them here."

"However, I'm here to participate in the Dire Maul Gladiator Contest, which is a grand event in the dark world. Are they even going to stop this?"

"Wait, you said the gladiator contest?"

A look of interest flashed across Kael'thas's face, "Sounds interesting, during the years in Dalaran, I heard that there were well-established gladiators in Outland, most of them were orcs. A short cry for blood and glory, what, are there these bloody races in Azeroth?"

"Bloody? No, that's not something bloody can describe."

Dick shrugged, looked back at Das who was arguing with Demeter, and shouted,

"Hey, Darth, here you have participated in the gladiator competition, let me introduce you to His Majesty the Sun King."

Hearing Dick's shout, the dragon man curled his lips at Demi proudly, and instead of going to Dick's side, he said loudly in the team,

"I participated in the Gladiator Tournament in Stranglethorn Valley. In the Gurubashi Arena, I won three consecutive championships in those years. They all called me "The Ripper". It was a glorious period. But speaking of it Well, the Gurubashi Arena is not a real gladiator contest, it was organized by the goblins to cheat money, there are only three real gladiator contests, the Blood Hammer and Blood Ring in Outland, and the Doom of Feralas Hammer, this is the real gladiator contest with gold content."

These things that are circulated in the dark world, probably no one except Darth knew about them. These anecdotes quickly aroused the interest of others, and even Liadrin put down the books in her hands. , looking curiously at Das' chattering narration.

"But even so, the Gurubashi Arena can attract many real gladiators to participate every year. It is very competitive and entertaining. The winning team can get at least 50,000 gold coins and many coveted rewards, but every Years, that arena can at least bring 300,000 or more income to the goblins, bah, those profiteers!"

Das probably recalled a bad experience, so he couldn't help cursing, but soon introduced the information about the gladiator competition to others.

"However, really powerful gladiators don't look down on places like the Gurubashi Arena. They usually devote all their energy to the three major gladiator competitions. The Blood Hammer and Blood Ring Arena A league game, but I heard that the place is controlled by orc and ogre slave owners, it is difficult for foreigners to get ahead, but the Dire Maul once every two years is different, it was probably brought about by the orc invasion more than 20 years ago It's a custom, there are all kinds of gladiators participating in Dire Maul, and I even heard that there are some dragons who have honed their skills and imprisoned demons to participate, it is really fair, and the rewards and glory of winning are beyond imagination."

Speaking of this, the dragon man pursed his lips, and a flash of longing flashed in his eyes, he said hehe,

"Those of us in the bright world probably have a hard time imagining the glory of the champion of the Dire Maul gladiator contest. There is no king in the dark world, but if we have to choose one, the day when the Dire Maul ends every two years, The person standing at the highest place is the king in everyone's hearts, because he is the strongest! The real strongest! Strong enough to convince everyone, and the Dire Maul gladiator contest is very cruel, from the first Up to now, almost no one can win consecutively, which is why the Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament is becoming more and more prosperous, cruelly fair."

Das glanced at the expressions of the people around him, and said,

"Don't you believe it, do you know why the League of Assassins has become more and more powerful in the past few years? It is because from the first quarter of the Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament to the present, it is the only one that has won the top 10 in a row. The power of the three seats, and there are two championships, this proves their strength, the dark world does not have so many rules, the strong is king, and frankly speaking."

The dragon man glanced at the thoughtful Sun King,

"Frankly speaking, even if His Majesty the Sun King, the strongest among us, is thrown into the arena, he may not be able to win the championship. Come on, there seems to be a famous family in the dark world among the Quel'Thalas elves, Sangunar, have you heard of it, Your Majesty?"

This question made Kael'thas frown,

"Sir Sangunar is very loyal to the Sunstrider family, but to be honest, I really didn't know that they still have connections with the dark world. The ruler of Quel'Thalas doesn't care much about the family affairs of his subjects, as long as The running of the country, what they like to do is their own business. And as far as activities such as the gladiatorial contest are concerned, I think my people may not be interested."

"It's hard to say, Your Majesty."

Das smiled and rubbed his hands, showing an extremely philistine expression, "Sometimes, in order to attract more gladiators, those slave owners will give out a lot of weird and precious things, especially for you For mages, many rare things will appear in the prizes of the gladiatorial contest, and there is another reason why Dire Maul is famous. The winner can take everything from the loser unconditionally. Life is only the most basic thing. , if a strong man like you has enemies, I think Dire Maul is a very good arena."

Hearing this, Kael'thas just smiled and shook his hands. When it comes to wealth, he can almost laugh at everyone in Azeroth. But when it comes to hatred, the Sun King stroked his chin and sighed regretfully. After a sigh of relief, it is estimated that Alsace will not come to participate in this kind of gladiatorial competition.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind making a deal with Alsace on this battlefield where the winner has everything and the loser loses everything.

But the Sun King quickly realized that he looked at Dick with weird eyes,

"Speaking of which, you said just now that you were going to participate in the gladiator competition. Given your current situation, do you really want to end the competition?"

Dick froze for a moment, then laughed dumbly,

"Of course not. Although I have two invitation letters in my hand, I know my situation very well. We will be spectators in peace. When the competition ends, we will go to the inside of Dire Maul to find Syndra That's enough, there are a lot of fish and dragons in that place, even if Shandris Yuyue came over, it would be difficult to find our trace."

"etc!"

After Das heard Dick's words, he shouted in a hurry, making everyone's eyes focus on him, and the dragon man's expression became serious.

"My lord, if you really have an invitation letter in your hand, and it is a gladiator invitation letter, you may have to be careful. According to the regulations of Dire Maul, even if you do not participate in the competition, as long as you are present, you will be regarded as a gladiator. Generally speaking, it is not allowed to challenge a gladiator who has no intention of fighting. You can also choose to refuse the challenge, but it is hard to say whether there is a conspiracy. If there is, you are likely to be forced to fight due to certain circumstances. .”

When Darth's voice fell to the ground, Dick's relaxed expression became serious. He no longer believed in coincidences, so he was sure that this time the gladiator contest would not be too peaceful.

The paladin rubbed his teeth, the feeling of being surrounded by conspiracy would definitely not be good, but he looked at Kael'thas who was leisurely basking in the sun beside him, and couldn't help laughing again,

"Then, His Majesty the Sun King, are you interested in forming a team with me?"

On the other side, while Dick and the others were slowly moving towards Dire Maul, Anduin, who had entered the area near Dire Maul's arena following behind Old Chen, looked curiously at everything around him, and looked everywhere. It's people!

It is no exaggeration, guys with different dresses and different races are not good people at first glance. They set up camp in this specially leveled area in twos and threes. There are also goblin merchants pushing carts selling various things nearby. The hustle and bustle of the crowd makes this place seem full of eccentric energy.

It also made Anduin and Madian beside him have a real sense of adventure. The two guys seem to feel that their eyes are not enough, and their decorations also make them the target of many three-handed people, but some With Lao Chen here, these guys all ran away holding their wrists and groaning or howling.

Until this weird combination came to their camp, Anduin looked back with feeling, a tall black-haired human gladiator with two swords on his back just turned into the opposite corner, and beside him was a A slender high elf.

The familiar figure made Anduin couldn't help but let out a cry,

"Father!"

"What?"

Old Chen turned his head and glanced at Anduin, who scratched his head and said with some embarrassment, "It's nothing, Uncle Chen, I just saw... a man who looks like my father."

Madian laughed and pushed Anduin, "Come on, little Anduin, His Majesty Varian is in Stormwind now, he wouldn't come to this kind of place, you must be dazzled."

Anduin also felt that he was dazzled. According to his father's current personality, he would never come to this kind of place, so the little prince sighed in disappointment, and followed Old Chen into the tent. But the next moment, Lagosh's figure flashed out from the corner of the wall, and Valeira looked curiously at the gladiators patrolling left and right, and asked softly,

"What are you looking for?"

"Uh... nothing, I just... I just felt that there was a very special person here, just over there, like... someone who is connected to my blood, maybe I thought too much, let's go, Wa Leila, we're going to Rhaegar, it's time to sign up."